Rogers alone seemed unperturbed, unhurried, for he was absorbed in a
discovery that made him tremble. Noting the sudden perfection of his
cousin's Pattern, he had gone closer to examine it, and had--seen the
starry figure. Instantly he forgot everything else in the world. It
seemed to him that he had suddenly found all he had ever sought. He
gazed into those gentle eyes of amber and felt that he gazed into the
eyes of the Universe that had taken shape in front of him. Floating up
as near as he could, he spoke--
'Where do you come from--from what star?' he asked softly in an
ecstasy of wonder.
The tiny face looked straight at him and smiled.
'From the Pleiades, of course,--that little group of star-babies as
yet unborn.'
'I've been looking for you for ever,' he answered.
'You've found me,' sang the tiny voice. 'This is our introduction.
Now, don't forget. There was a lost Pleiad, you know. Try to remember
me when you wake.'
'Then why are you here?' He meant in the Pattern.
The star-face rippled with laughter.
'It's yours--your Scheme. He's given it perfect shape for you, that's
all. Don't you recognise it? But it's my Story as well. ...'
A ray with crimson in it shot out just then across the shoulder of the
Blumlisalp, and, falling full upon the tiny face, it faded out; the
Pattern faded with it; Daddy vanished too.
Pages:
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415
416
417
418
419
420
421
422
423
424
425